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(NO AI WAS USED TO CREATE THIS. ME AND GANG HATE AI.)
It was just like any other day—Bluu was minding his own business, streaming and playing some videogames. His momma called him so he paused his game, and hit a HUGE stretch, groaning when his back popped.
“BLUU.” His mom said again, slowly losing patience.
“I'm comin’ momma!” He grumbled, but he wasn't annoyed—no he was never annoyed with his mama. He huried down the stairs, tail swishing behind him as he tried to piece together what his mama could want—then he saw him. Guest-13-37. (Imagine he's saying it like.. really dramatic and spaced out 🥹) Who he considered, his best friend.
“Bluu. I've.. Something's come up at work. You've gotta stay with Guest a bit, you don't mind, right?” 118o8 murmured, guilt creeping up her spine.
“Huh? No- obviously I don't care! You know I love hanging out w’ Guest!” Bluu grinned slowly, tail beginning to wag behind him.
“Ok. Good. Because it's gonna be almost a month, and I don't think you'd want me to send you with either of the other two,” 118o8 sighed, rubbing her head slowly, the exhaustion evident on her forehead.
“I trust you alone—obviously. But I'm not gonna be home enough to even care for you. And I know how much you hate taking the bus.” She murmured, but Bluu was ecstatic, feeling a bit guilty he was so happy while his mom was CLEARLY going through it.
“T-thats fine momma! That sounds great actually..!” Bluu hated how nervous he sounded, but he couldn't help it. He glanced at Guest, who only gave a small smile, and it made butterflies rise in his belly. (Bro me too)
“Why don't’cha get ready kiddo?- Bring enough clothes.” He'd added on that last part sternly, remembering the last time Bluu had stayed over for an extended period and he didn't even have enough clothes for a week and they had to make a whole other trip back to Bluu’s house.
“..Right.” Bluu rolled his eyes and climbed back up the stairs, packing up his suitcase hurriedly. Soon enough- he was in the passenger seat of Guests BLUE, old ass, BUT beautiful 1963 Chevrolet C10 Fleetside, planning out his month. He was surprised the truck worked so good, and LOOKED so good given its age.. (Sounds familiar…)
“You hungry kiddo?” Guest questioned, hungry himself. Bluu was ecstatic—because he knew Guest would always buy him fast food. Bluudud nodded excitedly, wondering what he should ask for.
“Hungry Howie's sound good? They've got wings,” Guest offered, not even looking away from the road. Bluu only nodded again, happy for the reprieve from his normally boring, and repetitive life.
Guest nodded back, making a turn at the next light.
They successfully got their food, both of them getting their own sections of wings, and Guest tried to plan his next workout because he KNEW he was gonna get out of shape hanging out with Bluu for a month..
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They ate their wings in the truck when Guest parked again, the silence comfortable and calm—save for Bluu's noisy chewing.
“You gonna close yer mouth?” It wasn't really a question as much as it was an order; to shut up.
Bluu only blushed slightly in embarrassment, the tip of his tail twitching up beside him on the seat.
“Right- sorry.” Bluu murmured with a half embarrassed grin. He hated that he listened so easily, because if anyone else had made that same remark, he would've started chewing louder to spite them.
It's not like Bluu didn't know it was wrong- his little crush on Guest. No. He was very aware. It plagued every moment he spent with the older man, to the point he honestly wished it wasn't a problem. Even then, Guest was a family friend. It would certainly still be frowned upon. He didn't think about that right now though—at least he tried not to, just focusing on the meal he was sharing with him.
“C'mon, you finished? Cuz I'm ready to head on inside,” Guest glanced up from his meal, which.. wasn't really a meal anymore, and instead was a mess of bones and sauce. (He's one of those people that eats all the cartilage and stuff which is GROSS in my opinion but yk)
“Yeah,” Bluu stretched as he got out, Guest’s head snapping back at the sound that came from that 15 year olds back.
“Jeesus.” Guest said, voice dripping with disbelief.
“That was you??” He let out a small huff of laughter when Bluudud nodded.
“I may be 15, but I've got the body of a 70 year old” Bluu teased, hiding his embarrassment behind the joke. (Italics is him making an old man voice🥹)
(Guys can you tell I kin Bluu a bit)
“Yeah, yeah. Get’tcher ass inside.” Guest grumbled, but not unkindly. He threw away their trash, before locking the truck and following after Bluu, who was already chilling on his couch.
“Really made yourself at home, huh.” Guest rolled his eyes, sitting next to him, and similarly pulling out his phone. (Yo trust he plays solitaire)
“Charlotte’s comin' over early this week, her momma's bringin’ her by today,” Guest murmured, not even looking up from his phone. Clearly much too close for Bluududs comfort—fuck he barely processed what he'd said, only nodding softly once. (It's Friday)
“I can help out y’know,” Bluu offered with a small grin, wanting to be seen as independent and helpful, rather than a burden that couldn't be left alone.
“You always say that crap, then, when I ask you to do some dishes, you act like I'm makin’ you work the mines.” Guest grumbled playfully, pushing him slightly with his elbow.
“..Anything but dishes,” Bluu corrected. He would mow 10,000 lawns before he did some dishes.
“Whatever bro.” Guest rolled his eyes again and Bluu looked at him like he'd grown- hell not even 2 heads- like 5!
“You can't say that.” Bluu quickly shot.
“What? ‘bro’?” Guest raised an eyebrow. “People have been saying ‘bro’ since before you were born, BRO.” It was like Guest fed on Bluu's second hand embarrassment.
“You.. you just can't say it.” Bluu groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. (Real interaction I've had with my mom ❤️🩹)
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Bluu ended up doing some.. some.. DISHES.. I know. Tragic right? He didn't even mind it that much, because Guest was right up behind him the whole time, cooking. Bluu loved Guests cooking, but his mama obviously took the cake in comparison.
After they all had dinner, Bluu slept in Charlottes room, much to the younger girls dismay and Guest spent the night doing some paperwork. (Idk taxes or whatever boring adults who play solitaire do)
Bluu woke up with the worst headache of his life, and he let out a groan as he sat up. Sure, sometimes he felt young and spry, but he couldn't help but wonder if his body was aging 3x the rate of a normal kid.
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Bluu went downstairs, and searched through Guests medicine cabinet right above the sink, looking for some ibuprofen or something. (I be profen) When Guest came downstairs, he stared at Bluu's lower back and grimaced internally at the fact he was staring at his bare skin, (Well fur but yk…) and quickly averted his gaze, figuring instead he could help him out. (This isn't perverted at all), Guest convinced himself.
“Here kiddo,” Guest came up behind Bluu, and reached over him, easily reaching the unorganized box of medicines, and setting it on the kitchen counter, while Bluu tried to ignore how aroused the feeling of Guests breath near his neck made him.
“That's what you wanted right?” Guest ignored the way he'd been almost pressed up against Bluu's back, moving to his side instead.
“E-eh.. Yeah. Thanks Guest,” Bluu managed to force out, rummaging through it, while Guest tried to think of something normal to say.
“Why'd’ya need it anyways?”
“Headache. I dunno why it came on so suddenly.” Bluu grumbled in annoyance, finding some Tylenol, and taking two pills.
“That's 500 milligrams each.” Guest raised an eyebrow at Bluu.
“Yep.” Bluu put the bottle back in the messy box, and let Guest put it back over the sink.
“You hungry yet?” Guest murmured, already turning to start making food. “What d’ ya want?”
Bluudud only shrugged, looking around the kitchen aimlessly for ideas as his mind slowly stopped racing.
“You want some grits?” Bluu's eyes widened. He hadn't had grits in what felt like 300 years. He nodded, and thought about what else he wanted with them.
“Can we get some shrimp? Ohhh I haven't had shrimp and grits since I lived in Mississippi..” Bluu said wistfully, sighing softly.
“Yeah, we'll head down to the store kiddo,” Guest offered, taking the stuff he already had out of the cabinets, so he could write down what he needed. (He needs Bacon, sausage, peppers and obviously shrimp)
Bluu hated that that made him feel so special. Something as simple as Guest liking a food suggestion gave him butterflies..
“Can I help you make it?” Bluu murmured, tail swishing nervously.
“Don't see why not..?” Guest raised an eyebrow, giving the kid a gentle nudge with his elbow, and shutting his phone off.
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On their way to the store, with Charlotte of course, Guest handed Bluu his phone, not thinking anything of it. It had the list after all.
“Keep up with it f’me,” Guest murmured, and Charlotte tapped Bluu's leg.
“Piggy back ride?” She gave Bluu the puppy eyes, blinking a few times to try and look cute. Bluu only rolled his eyes and got on one knee, letting Charlotte hop on his back. Charlotte liked piggy backs from Bluu more, because he wasn't that tall, but was still tall enough to make her feel like a giant.
“Ain't y'all cute,” Guest teased, assuming that since Bluu was an edgy teen he would get all pissy about it, but he only ended up grinning, which confused him a bit, but he chalked it up to Bluu just being annoying.
They made it to the store after a very short walk, and Bluu put Charlotte back down which she was very vocal about hating. They walked in silence, with Bluu splitting off from them to grab eggs. He opened Guests phone, and bit his lip. What might he be able to find in it? He opened his gallery and at first, nothing, just pictures of Charlotte and documents—then, like the holy grail—a picture of Guest flexing in the mirror. Guest didn't seem like the type to send nudes or anything- oh. And he's sent it to himself from Guests phone already..
“I win at life bro..” Bluu pumped his fist in the empty aisle, downloading the picture on his phone, and deleting it on Guest's side. He kept scrolling, tail wagging behind him obviously, making soft swishing noises in the air.
He found two more, both with Guest hitting different poses. His eyes lingered on the regrowing trail of deep blue hair that led beneath his already low hanging sweats and boxers. He told himself he needed to lock in. He scrolled a bit more, but was unable to find anything else before Guest called out for Bluu on the other side of the aisle;
“Did’ya get the eggs yet??” Guest raised an eyebrow at Bluu almost hunched over his phone, tail wagging slightly. Bluu jumped at the sound of his low drawl and almost threw the phone to rid himself of the evidence.
“Uh!- no! Was just.. uh.. inspecting the list..?” Bluu cursed himself for sounding so absolutely stupid and idiotic and he wanted to die suddenly and violently. Guest only blinked, and then sighed, shrugging.
“Okay I guess..?” Guest began to walk over to Bluu, and he tried to nonchalantly get back on the notes app, which he got away with.
“Let's just go together then, mr. ‘Inspecting the list’.” Guest teased, bumping Bluudud to signal him to start moving to the fridges. Charlotte was still dragging her feet behind the both of them, grumbling about wanting to go home and draw.
After a bit more meandering, they left the store with everything they needed, and began the trek home—with Charlotte complaining the whole time, of course.
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As soon as they were home, Guest and Bluudud were in the kitchen, arguing and chatting away. Mostly about who got to do what. Guest felt.. nice like this. Bantering with someone. He felt younger again.. Until Charlotte came in the kitchen, whining about needing more paper, to which he rolled his eyes but took her to the printer he already showed her how to work. (Can you tell I freaking hate Charlotte)
“Damn kid.” Guest rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smirk played on his lips as he walked back into the kitchen, seeing Bluu had taken over. He obviously loved his daughter, no matter how annoying she got sometimes. Bluu found himself frowning a bit. As delusional as he was, that seemed to clear of a sign that Guest wouldn't even think about dating a kid for him to try and defend it.
Bluu fixed his face, and tried to look indifferent as he made room for Guest. Guest nodded once in approval, looking at the meal slowly taking shape. (Emphasis on slowly)
They finished cooking, and Bluu didn't even feel hungry anymore, having eaten so much while helping make it.. although he would definitely still eat a bowl. Or two. There weren't even any accidents! They all sat down to eat, and Bluu actually made sure to shut his mouth. He wasn't sure when he started eating with his mouth open.. or why he was trying so hard not to RIGHT NOW.
Bluu savored the taste of the grits, given he hadn't had any in what seemed like ages, but was really only a few years. (This is a cry for help someone please make me some grits)
Guest did the dishes, and Bluu cleaned the table. Guest didn't mind doing chores—he was the one who had to do them normally anyways. But it was definitely nice having an extra set of hands, helping him around the house.
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Bluu walked up to the spare, which Guest had FINALLY gotten set up, after lots of complaining from both him and Charlotte. It was cute, just enough room for the boy. He remembered with a grimace he had school tomorrow. He could probably convince Guest to let him stay home, but his momma would kill him. He sighed, laying down on the bed that smelt wonderfully like Guest.
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through it without thought, just flicking his finger and huffing a small laugh at a few videos here and there.
The guilt kept creeping up his throat every time he thought about the pictures. But, at the same time, a bit of curiosity. Why did Guest have those? Did he send them to people? Bluu didn't like that thought. He opened his saved images and bit his lip at the taboo of the situation. He opened and closed his phone a few times before pulling it MUCH closer to his face, and pulling his blankets a bit tighter.
He shuddered as he felt his cock slide out of its sheathe easily, already excited about Guest. Bluu cursed himself silently. He didn't even have anything to clean up with! But he didn't stop himself from palming himself through his pants. Bluu grimaced at the slick beginning the show through his pants, and he tugged them off, grimacing harder at the… problem… between his legs, standing tall and proud like Bluu wasn't dying of shame and embarrassment.
He could will it away—pray it away. He had to. The shame eventually bubbled into anger. And he stood awkwardly, letting out a hiss at the cool air on his exposed crotch. Shower. He wanted needed a shower. He had school tomorrow, and he hadn't showered. He pulled his clothes back on normally, despite his body NOT wanting to let go of its situation yet, and he scurried to the bathroom before anyone could stop him.
He let himself get lost in the spray and bubbles, trying to calm down a bit better. It helped thankfully, but dirty thoughts didn't stop swirling in his mind.
Not normal.
He told himself he was abnormal. Weird. Strange. Atypical. He was almost 6’0 at 15. He had a TAIL. He was part Drakobloxxer. He would never be normal. Never fit in. And now he was crushing on full grown adults. He groaned, clutching his forehead in annoyance as he leaned against the shower wall, tail flicking behind him.
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When he finally stopped sulking in the shower, he got dressed and wandered back into the guest room, avoiding anyone who might be near. Charlotte had to leave tonight. She had school in the morning. Bluu rummaged through his suitcase quietly, looking for some suitable clothes to wear. He felt like such a nerd sometimes.. he'd be graduating early, everyone in most of his classes was already 16-17 while he was 15. He tried to be cool, and to ‘fit in’ (as well as a 5’10 Drakobloxxer can..) with his peers, but it didn't go all too well. At least he had streaming going for him. He was good at that.
He curled up in bed and let sleep take him, eyes fluttering closed as he tried not to cry.
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Bluu got up a bit early this morning, and he put on his clothes from the night before, stretching after getting fully dressed. He put his socks on and padded out to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand.
After he finished getting somewhat ready, he walked downstairs to NO noise. He rolled his eyes, and banged on Guests door, only to hear a startled yelp that sounded nothing like the veteran. Almost TOO much unlike him.
Bluu raised an eyebrow and nudged the door open. Oh… 007n7.
“Hey?! Uhm.. hi- uh..” 007n7 stammered, pulling the blankets higher over his waist. They were both shirtless and Guest had barely even stirred. Bluu realized he found the recipient of those lovely pictures he'd probably keep forever.
“Oh. Sorry. Guest hurry up I have school.” Bluu mumbled quietly, averting his eyes and shutting the door with a little bit too much force.